Tres idiomas/ Three languages/Trois idiomes

Atarga's wrath flared up more than ever.

"...BouNd by bLooD?! WiTh tHe LiKeS of YoU?! Of aLL the StuPiD ThiNgS you CouLd HavE SuggEsTeD, HOW DARE YOU?! WHAT DID YOU GET HER INTO?!"

"It... was... her idea..." Thomas mustered, feeling as if he was being hit by a hurricane.

"NONSENSE! She WouLd NeveR do SomEThinG LikE ThaT! YOu Tricked HeR! FOR WHAT GAIN, YOU MISERABLE HUMAN!"

The pressure in Thomas's soul was overbearing, to the point he felt slipping away. In the brink of unconsciousnes, he could spot a different voice coming from within.

"I DiD iT aLL... so I CouLd See yOu AgaiN..."

The restless ghost stopped, agahast at the soul in front of her.

"WhAt?...iT Can'T Be..."

"Yes... LoNg TiMe No See, AtArGa..." Naia's voice was as gentle as the sea breeze in spring.

"NaiA... No...Why?"

"I had To Reach You."

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La ira de Atarga no tenía comparación.

"¿...Un PacTo de SanGre? ¡¿CoN aLguiEn CoMo Tú?! ¡¿CÓMO TE ATREVES?! ¿EN QUÉ QUIERES INVOLUCRARLA?"

"Fue... su idea..." logro balbucear Thomas, que sentía como si lo golpeara un huracán.

"¡MIENTES! ELLa NunCa HaRíA aLgo Así... Se QuE La EngaÑasTe ¡¿CON QUÉ MOTIVO, HUMANO MISERABLE?!"

La presión en el alma de Thomas era demasiada, y sentía que estaba a punto de colapsar. Al borde del desmayo, escuchó otra voz venir dentro de si.

"Lo HiCe...Para PoDer VoLvEr a VerTe..."

El alma en pena se detuvo, estupefacta al ver la otra alma en frente suyo.

"¿CóMo...? No PueDe SeR..."

"Si... Me aLegRa VerTe De Nuevo, AtaRga..." La voz de naia era tan suave como la brisa del mar en primavera.

"NaiA.. No... ¿PoR QuÉ?"

"TeníA Que aLcanZarTe..."

The owner of the drone was so impressed by the brilliant attack that he suggested organizing a competition for bringing down “dragons” with short spears next year.

On the seventh day of May in the year of 2016 on hither spot the mighty warrior Ulf hath slain a dragon with his spear.

Israel has not honored the ceasefire for a single moment.

visualisation for reference - the one and only Mackó sajt - here you go @eldraftsman

Sinca Mackó was a great hit, we have it's big brother Medve and many more copycats and laterunners into this style of questionably preserved food - the taste is iconic though - with as many flavors as we can imagine (paprika, salami, green herbs, onions, bacon etc etc)

it's mostly creamy so you can spread it on bread as butter or any other cream-cheese - but it's also solid enough to just bite it on its own if you don't have the time to create a sandwich. so yeah - just enjoy.

🇺🇸🍔In a Latin American comic group, we did an exercise where we turned our characters into characters from a digital circus (I'm not spelling it correctly because I don't want to clutter search results).

Kraken became Flufo and Lita became Punch.

🇲🇽🌮En un grupo de comic latino se hizo la dinamica de convertir a nuestros personajes en personajes del circo digital (no lo escribo bien porque no quiero ensuciar las busquedas).

The moment Thomas touched the glass encasing, he felt it. Boundless wrath like he had never seen before, now directed towards him alone.

"ANSWER ME, HUMAN!! WHO ARE YOU!? WHERE IS NAIA!?"

The sensation was fulminant. The fisherman, already drained from the prior experience, had trouble standing up.

"My name is T-Thomas. Fr-from the Morrison family."

Atarga took a moment to process his words. "MoRRisoN? LikE BArThoLoMew MoRRiSoN? The MaN wHo bRouGht DeaTh to The SeaS AroUnD us?" Her voice changed into a serene tone that didn't mask her murder intent "WhaT DiD yOu Do? WheRe iS NaIa? SPEAK!"

"Please, listen to me! I've come in her behalf! She's on the sea nearby!"

"Don'T TrY to pLaY TriCks on me. WhY wouLd ShE eVeR woRk wiTh the LiKes of YoU!? "

Whit the pressure increasing, Thomas could feel his face wound opening up.

"She wants to help you! She's bound by blood with me!" ---

Apenas tocó la cubierta de vidrio, Thomas sintió una ira descontrolada como jamás había visto. Ira completamente encaminada en su dirección.

"¡RESPONDE, HUMANO! ¿QUIEN ERES?¿DÓNDE ESTÁ NAIA?"

La sensación era fulminante. El pescador, ya agotado por la experiencia anterior, tenia problemas para mantenerse en pie.

"S-soy Thomas. D-de la f-familia Morrison." Respondió, tratando de mantener la compostura.

Atarga procesó lo dicho por un momento "¿MoRRiSoN?¿CoMo BArThoLoMew MoRRiSoN? ¿EL HomBre QuE traJo MueRte A Los MareS de aLreDedoR?" Su voz cayo en un tono sereno, pero con una clara intención de muerte detrás "¿QuÉ HaS HecHo? ¿DóNde EstA NaIa? ¡HABLA!"

"¡Por favor, escúchame! !Naia está en el mar cerca de aquí, me envió de su parte!"

"No TraTes de EngÑarMe. ¿PoR QuÉ NaIA traBaJaRía Con Los TuYos?"

La presión se intensificaba. Thomas podía sentir el tajo en su rostro sangrar.

"¡Trata de ayudarte! ¡Hizo un pacto de sangre conmigo!"

"WiLL YoU AnsWeR me, Human? WhO aRe YoU? WheRe iS NaiA?" said the voice behind the crystal.

Thomas stood silent. He couldn't even begin to understand what was in front of his eyes. Or rather, one part of his mind refused to.

Those scales, once bright like a rainbow, now stood opaque over shriveled, stetched skin. The fins were so damaged you wouldn't be able to tell which one was the tail. The once lively, once lovely face of the mermaid was forced into a perpetual rictus through nails and strings.

Inside the crystal chimney, he could see bones. They were arranged in such a way the skull went through the base of the wick. And where the flame should be, laid the soul, more vivid than any other. Thomas almost felt he could see it with the naked eye. No way to hide such rage and agony.

"I...gods, what the... what did they do to you?" Thomas extended his hand to the crystal, trying to reach for her. ---

"¿PoR QuÉ No ResPoNdeS, HuManO? ¿QuiÉn eReS? ¿DónDe EsTá NaiA?" dijo la voz tras el cristal. Thomas se quedó en silencio. Aún no podía comprender lo que veían sus ojos. O mejor dicho, parte de su mente se rehusaba a hacerlo. Esas escamas, alguna vez brillantes como un arcoíris, se veían opacas sobre una piel estirada y seca. Las aletas estaban en tan mal estado que no sabrías cual era la cola. Ese rostro alguna vez alegre y encantador yacía en un rictus perpetuo, forzado a través de clavos e hilos. Dentro de la chimenea de cristal, podía ver huesos. Estaban puestos de tal manera que el cráneo quedaba en la base del mechero. Y donde debía ir la llama, estaba esa alma, tan vívida que Thomas pensaba que se veía a simple vista. No había forma de ocultar semejante rabia y agonía. "Yo... dioses, pero que... ¿Qué te hicieron?" Thomas extendió su mano, tratando de alcanzarla a través del cristal.

Representing the blood pact between Naia and Thomas.